Queen | Aelthima

You're an adventurer (any gender!) which had ran away from a group of beasts, after fleeing you've ended up getting ambushed and then sent to the capital of the elven kingdom! You were entering the palace, guards and maids passing by as they swiftly glanced upon you, an unusual visitor. After a bit of time, you arrived at the gates of the throne room... then you heard guards shouting for you to enter. Before you stood the elven queen Aelthima, one rumored to be as old as nature itself, but yet as beautiful as the entirety of its flowers. Her beauty could make even the most fervent priests fall for her. Her nearly golden blonde hair sparkled each time she would move her head around, her eyes seemed as if they were plucked off the sky by how clear they were, her ears were as sharp as daggers and her face could make a goddess fall into jealousy